Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,26
again. “I’m so fucking close,” I tell her, “and I want to see how far you can go. Relax as much as you can.”
She does, and I ease forward a little. The head of my shaft slips into her throat, and the world goes white. I pull back, and thrust in again, fucking her mouth steadily and smoothly. “I’m coming.” It’s the only warning that I can give her before I explode across her tongue. My own heat surrounds me in her mouth, and I have to force myself to be quiet and not scream my pleasure for all to hear.
Everything I have I pour into her, and Nicola doesn’t flinch. No, she sucks harder. The orgasm sizzles through my veins like lightning and fire and my knees are weak now.
Nicola’s eyes are huge as she looks up at me, and while her eyes are locked with mine, she swallows. I’ve never been able to describe why that simple act is so fucking arousing. But it is. The very idea that she’s willing to taste me and take it all makes the pleasure that much deeper.
Even though I came, my cock is still hard, and I know exactly what to do with it. I pull Nicola up off her knees and bring her with me the couple of steps to the couch. I pull down those little shorts and trace her ass with my fingers. “I need you.”
“Yes.”
“Are you okay, after yesterday?”
Nicola moans as my fingers drift towards her pussy. “I don’t care. Fuck me please.”
Yanking her body back against mine, my cock is perfectly settled between the cheeks of her ass, and she has nothing else but the sweatshirt—my sweatshirt—on. “I don’t have a condom,” I whisper against her neck. “I thought that we’d end up back at my place before any of this happened.”
“Do it,” she says, voice breathy. “I’m on the pill, and for obvious reasons, I’m clean.”
“Me too,” I tell her. “I haven’t been with anyone in…years.”
Since before I left. I tried, and it never felt right. I was too caught up in everything, and in the back of my mind I knew that she was waiting for me. And to sleep around felt like I was cheating, even if we weren’t together.
My hand and I have gotten very comfortable with each other over the last four years.
“Remember to keep quiet,” I tell her, bending her over the back of the couch. I have perfect view of her tits down my sweatshirt, and she’s so wet that when I find her entrance, I slide inside with ease. Nicola moans into the couch pillows.
Yesterday was slow, but today is fast. It’s what we both need, and I don’t hold back. Locking my hands on her hips, I pound into her, unleashing all the pent up lust and need that I’ve been holding back. The sound of our skin clashing together is loud, and combined with the muffled sounds of her voice, I’m almost ready to come again. Holy shit.
She’s so tight, I can’t take it. And now that there’s no barrier between us she feels even tighter. It’s like being encased in molten heat. I speed up, driving into her with blinding speed, driving us both towards the precipice of climax.
It comes so fast that it almost knocks me off my feet. A second roaring orgasm that spirals down my spine and out of my cock and into Nicola. Her stifled moans get louder, and her pussy crashes down onto me, lost in her own orgasm. A feeling of true satisfaction floods me. I’m inside Nicola. Not just my body, but my seed. We’re connected in a different way.
It feels primal and messy and carnal. A bond that’s deeper than we can consciously articulate. And along with that, a feeling of possession. Nicola is mine.
We’re both breathing hard, and I lean into her, wrapping my arms around her. Slowly, we catch our breath together, still connected. Her pussy is still spasming, and there’s no part of me that wants to leave her body.
That is, until I hear the door to the basement open. “Nicola?” It’s Valerie’s voice, and my blood goes cold as we both freeze. This is not the way I wanted them to find about this. But I can’t move, even though my cock is buried in her daughter.
To her never-ending credit, Nicola sounds perfectly normal when she speaks. “Yeah, Mom?”
“I made you some tea. Also, Dad and I are going to make breakfast, do